Despite all the frustrations, second guessing, worry and fear, and the multitude of other issues I encounter when writing, the simple fact remains that I absolutely love it. I wouldn’t be doing it at all if I didn’t. I’m not some huge name (which is fine with me) and I’m not making piles of money doing it. Would I like to be a full time writer? Of course I would! Think of how much more I could write if I didn’t have to go to the evil day job! But even if I never get to that point, even if I never publish another word, I’ll still be writing.
My story is the familiar one. I’ve been reading and obsessed with books since I was a young child. I devoured anything I could get my hands on and one memorable punishment when I received when I was about 13 was that I couldn’t read for fun for a month (I don’t remember what I did to deserve such a harsh punishment, but it must have been pretty bad). When I was in fifth grade, I leaned about the creative writing process, and dabbled on and off with writing for the next few years. When I hit high school and college, I wrote a lot, but tucked the pages away, filed in a crate. Eventually, I found M/M romance, but it still took me four years to write something and actually have the guts to send it in.
So I’m a writer because I need to be. Because there is always a story in my head, and I see my guys lives as if they were playing as a movie in my brain. Because if I didn’t get it out on the page, I’d go stark raving mad. And though it’s sometimes scary and daunting to put my stories out there for public consumption, I do it because I think that they may bring some of you a few minutes, or hours, entertainment. And that’s the joy for me. Writing is not only fun, but a necessity, and I get to share it with the world.